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pocket with nails in the front.”
    I jumped all around.
    “Can I try it on? Can I? Please, Mother? Please? Please?”
    Mother shook her head no.
    “We’re not shopping for you today, Junie B. We’re shopping for Jim, remember?”
    “I know it. I know we are shopping for that Jim,” I said. “And so this can be for his birthday. Only first I have to try it on to see if it fits. ’Cause him and me are both the same size, I bet!”
    Finally, Mother fastened the tool belt on me.
    “Oooo! It has Velcro!” I said. “I love this stickery stuff! Can we buy it? Please, Mother? Can we buy it? And take it home to my house?”
    Mother thought and thought.
    “I don’t know, Junie B. Something tells me this isn’t a good idea. I’m afraid you’ll want to keep it.”
    “No, I won’t! I won’t want to keep it. I promise, Mother! I promise! I promise!”
    And so finally Mother gave in to me. And she bought the wonderful tool belt.
    I held it on my lap all the way home in the car.
    Then I runned into the house. And I zoomed to my room. And I put that thing on me again.
    “Now I can do odd jobs!” I said real thrilled.
    I took the hammer and tapped on my wall.
    Then I screwed a screw with the screwdriver.
    Plus also, I twisted my Teddy’s nose off with the pliers. Only I actually didn’t mean to do that one.

    I patted his head.
    “Breathe through your mouth,” I said.
    Just then, Mother’s voice hollered to me.
    “JUNIE B.! IT’S TIME TO TAKE YOUR BATH, HONEY!”
    I did a frown. ’Cause Mother was a little mixed up, I think.
    I hollered back.
    “YEAH, ONLY I DON’T EVEN HAVE TO TAKE A BATH TODAY! ON ACCOUNT OF TODAY IS SATURDAY! AND SATURDAY IS MY DIRTY DAY!”
    Mother came in my room.
    “I
know
today is Saturday, Junie B.,” she said. “But you’re going to a birthday party. And when you go to a birthday party, you have to take a bath. Plus we’re going to have to wash and curl your hair.”
    I backed up from her.
    “No,” I said. “’Cause nobody evenexplained that to me before. And so that doesn’t even make sense. On account of I hate that meanie kid. So how come I have to get clean for him?”
    Mother looked at the end of her rope.
    “When you go to a party, you take a bath. Period. End of discussion,” she said.
    Then she left my room. And she went to start the tub.
    I sat on my bed very glum.
    “Darn it,” I said. “’Cause that stupid boy is ruining my whole entire Saturday.”
    Mother hollered some more.
    “JUNIE B.? COULD YOU BRING ME THE TOOL BELT, PLEASE? I NEED TO GET IT WRAPPED!”
    “Darn it,” I said again.
    ’Cause I didn’t even want to give that to him.
    I looked down at it.
    I touched all the wonderful tools.
    “I love this darned thing,” I said real sad.
    “I’M WAITING!” shouted Mother.
    But I still didn’t take it to her.
    Just then, I heard the bath water turn off.
    My heart got very pumpy.
    “Oh no!” I said. “’Cause now she’s gonna come get me! And she will take my tool belt away! And she will wrap it up for that meanie guy!”
    I jumped off my bed and runned around my room.
    “I gotta hide! I gotta hide!”
    I runned all over everywhere.
    “Darn it! ’Cause there’s not even a good hiding place in this dumb room!” I said.
    “JUNIE B.!” Mother screamed.
    I heard her feet!
    They were coming for me, I think!
    “Oh no!” I said. “Oh no! Oh no!”
    Then all of a sudden, I quick grabbed my wonderful tool belt!
    And I zoomed to my door!
    And I nailed that thing shut with my hammer!

9 / The Only One in Room Nine
    Mother runned into my room.
    She pushed right through my nails.
    “JUNIE B. JONES! WHAT IN THE WORLD ARE YOU DOING IN HERE?” she shouted.
    She looked at my door.
    Her eyes got very bulging.
    “YOU WERE
HAMMERING?”
she yelled. “YOU WERE HAMMERING
NAILS???
…IN YOUR
DOOR?”
    Just then Daddy runned in, too.
    “WHERE IN THE WORLD DID YOU GET A HAMMER?” he yelled.
    “Tell him, Junie B.! Tell your father where you got the